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wastingprompts · 10 months

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you: omg what a pompous last name!

best friend: wanna have it?

you: dude your family has such good genes!!! all of you are ridiculously beautiful!

best friend: I can donate them to your children.

you: can you please get me medicine for my period

best friend: yeah, but I have something that will last longer against your pain 👀

#writing prompt #writing #dialogue prompt #avery prompts #prompts #story prompts #friends2lovers #friends 2 lovers #friends to lovers #f2l #one sided pining #f2l prompt #one sided pining prompt #the period pain at least

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luckycharms1701 · 2 months

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[comes rolling into your askbox on a spinning swivel chair] Hey lucky!!! So, um, I was wondering if maybe, possibly, um, you could grace me with a little fic of a tentative first kiss between Raph and a female reader during a little game of one on one basketball. (Bayverse of course!) Pretty please with tiny Mikey shaped marshmallows and extra "I love your writing!!!" sprinkles on top?

Thank you!❤💙💜🧡

eeeeeeeeeeee avery!!!! this is so cute!!!!!! i will gladly do this for you, i don’t even need the marshmallows and sprinkles!! (i WILL take those though 😜)

i know the tiniest amount possible about basketball i’m so sorry

this prompt took me hostage. sorry it took so long lmao

The sound of the ball bouncing against the pavement echoes loudly in the alleyway as you focus on the handsome turtle striding towards you. He has a cocky grin on his face. You take a second to admire how good confidence makes him look before you roll your eyes and scoff at him. You assume a defensive position in front of the basket.

He stops at the half-court line, warm green eyes appraising you. His smirk softens into a smile that you only ever see when the two of you are alone. Distraction is about to become your worst enemy, you can tell. “Usual rules?”

“First to five points gets to pick their reward. Bring it on, Red!” He snickers as you beckon him over, then his face goes serious as he starts to really move. You brace yourself and watch his feet. Raph has never once gone easy on you, and you’ve never scored a goal on him, but you won’t let that little fact deter you. Maybe not today, but eventually you will defeat him.

He’s going to feint, you think as he barrels towards you. You lunge to the left just in time for him to deftly stutter step and spin around you on the right, launching the ball as he does so. You turn and watch in dismay as the ball sinks neatly into the net. One point to Raph.

The smirk on his face is unacceptable, even if the move was incredibly graceful and impressive, and you purse your lips as he tosses the ball to you. “Better luck next time, shorty,” he taunts, and despite the words his tone is almost sweet. A blush colors your face, but you ignore it in favor of steeling yourself for some fierce competition. He laughs when you playfully stick your tongue out at him. Then you jog to the line and turn to observe the turtle defending the goal.

Your hands tighten a little on the ball at the sight of him. His cocky grin is back in place as he bounces from foot to foot. He runs his thumb along his lower lip and your pulse flutters in your throat. No! Stop that! You’re playing basketball, not ogling your best friend!

The ball falls from your hands as you start to bounce it with your right hand. You approach slowly, as is your custom. No point in wearing yourself out sprinting towards him when you’re going to need all of your energy to try and get past him. Mikey’s advice runs through your head. Keep your breathing even, try not to dribble the ball faster when you’re getting ready to make your move.

He lunges for you at the same time as you break to the left, and for a moment you think you’re going to make it. Eyes on the goal!

The ball doesn’t meet your hand after the next bounce. You look down in confusion, then look up in time to watch the ball swish through the net. Raph literally managed to steal the ball from under your nose.

“That has to be cheating!” Your finger nearly meets his nose as you whip around to find him unexpectedly close. Immediately you lose your train of thought, arm falling to your side as you stare up at his grin.

“Not my fault you forgot to guard the ball,” he says as if it’s normal for the two of you to occupy the same space like this. You swallow and take a small step backward, giving him space to catch the ball bouncing towards you and you space to remember how to breathe. Was that two or three points for Raph?

You regain your equilibrium slowly while he continues to best you. It’s not long before he is turning to you, smile sharklike as the ball swooshes through the net for his fourth point. “You ready to buy pizza tonight?”

You purse your lips and flounce off to retrieve the ball while he laughs. He sets up across the court from you, prepared to defend the basket one last time.

Once again you watch him from across the court, twirling the ball in your hands and an idea in your head. His brow ridge raises as he beckons you forward, and you decide that your idea is worth a shot.

The ball falls from your right hand. You approach, slowly. Your breath is even. A feeling of rightness slots into place.

He steps forward. You break left. He reaches for you. You angle the next bounce away. His hand misses by a centimeter. The ball smacks into your left hand. You bring it to your center and shoot.

The only sound in the alleyway is the ball bouncing off the rim of the basket and into the net.

Before you can even register that you just scored a point, Raph lifts you up and is spinning you around in his arms. You grab his biceps for balance, looking down with wide eyes at his laughing face. “You did it! Ya got me!” His words shake the shock off, and you start to grin.

His face quiets a little at your smile, and you nearly gasp when his eyes meet yours. His smile has softened from excitement into fondness. He slows until he stops spinning, but you barely notice, arrested by the intense look in his eyes.

The two of you stay there, frozen in time, lost in each other. Your hands tighten on his biceps as he lowers you back to the ground. His hands stay on your waist, and you are grateful. You’re not sure if your legs could hold you up right now.

His eyes don’t leave yours as one hand comes up slowly. A single finger brushes against your cheek, and tears spring to your eyes at the tenderness of the motion. His smile quirks up in one corner as he repeats, “Ya got me, sweetheart.” The quiet whisper nearly knocks you off your feet. The tears spill over as you smile brightly up at him.

Raph leans in, as if bewitched. His eyes flick down to your lips and back up. Your smile widens at the hesitation, and you lift your face in invitation. His finger brushing tears from your cheek turns into his hand cupping your jaw as he lowers his mouth to yours.

His lips are so soft, barely brushing against yours. Almost as if he’s afraid of scaring you off. You close your eyes and release his biceps in favor of cupping his face. One of your fingers taps against his face in admonishment as you lean up on your tiptoes to get that little bit closer.

The hand that was on your waist slides around to your back, pressing you closer to him. His kiss gets that much firmer, that much more confident, and you soar at the feeling.

You chase his lips as he eases away, causing him to chuckle. He rests his forehead against yours, eyes closing as he breathes deeply. You study his face as much as you can at this angle, in awe at the peace you find there.

The peck on his nose startles him, and your clear, happy laughter rings out as you dance away from him. A smirk grows on his face as he stalks after you, and you shiver in delight at the implications of that expression. However, you aren’t going to go down without a fight. You are riding the double high of a score and his kiss, and no one has won that game of basketball yet.

You pick up the ball and turn to face him. “Ready to be defeated, Red?”

He blinks, then throws his head back and laughs. When he meets your eyes again, the heat simmering in him sends another shiver through you. “I’ve changed my mind. When I win, I don’t want pizza.”

Slowly, you smirk back at him. “Good.” You begin to bounce the ball.

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#oh man i hope the basketball part makes sense #what a great prompt though avery i really enjoyed writing this even when it made me want to strangle myself!#talking tag #writing tag #bayverse raph #bayverse raph x reader #tmnt

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lavellenchanted · 4 months

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💛 & OTP: I want the whole damn thing

💛 Reunion Kiss/Relief

Jackson's an interminably long board meeting when it happens, trying to make sense of the world's most boring financial presentation, so he doesn't immediately notice the news bulletin popping up on his phone. It's only when they start hearing voices in the corridor and someone runs past the board room window that they all start to realise something's going on, and Jackson suddenly catches sight of the blinking red notification on his phone screen.

"Multi-car pile up," he explains shortly to the board, already on his feet and heading for the door, scrolling down for more information. "I'm guessing we're the nearest hospital - it's gonna be all hands on deck, so if you're qualified to hold a scalpel, get down to the pit."

(Frank, still holding the clicker for his presentation, looks thoroughly relieved that his only qualification is in accountancy.)

Halfway down the corridor, Jackson stops dead. A cold shiver run down his spine and it feels like his stomach has dropped out of him entirely as he sees the location of the accident. That's April's route to work.

Immediately he brings up her number and dials - but it goes straight to voicemail, and he wants to be sick. He shoots her off a quick text and then tries ringing again and again as he heads down to the E.R.

Each time it goes to voicemail.

He tries to tell himself not to panic. The phone lines are probably horrendously busy with people trying to contact emergency services or friends and family to make sure they're alright, and April not answering might just mean she's not looking at her phone. She's probably trying to help, if she is near there.

He tells himself that, but all he can think of is Ben calling him, telling him he was going to have to perform a C-section on April in her kitchen, of April quarantined behind glass, of watching April on the operating table of Grey-Sloan.

(How much luck can one person have?)

"Pick up, damn it!" he shouts as her voicemail message plays again, and a nurse passing jumps in fright.

"Dr Avery? Is everything okay?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just - I'm worried about my wife."

The word slips out automatically, and it's only after he says it that he remembers that, technically, April isn't his wife any more. Because he was stupid enough to divorce her. They're not even dating, despite the fact that they've been living together since they came to Boston, are raising Harriet together.

And yet he never really stopped thinking of her in that way, did he? Even when they were separated, when he was dating other women, when she was marrying someone else, he still thought of her as his.

"Has a woman called April Kepner been brought in? Late thirties, red hair?"

The nurse shakes her head. "I don't think so - not that I've seen. I'll check for you."

She scurries away, but before Jackson can follow or try to ring April again he's stopped and asked for a consult, and then another, and another, and then he gets pulled into a surgery and loses all track of time.

The whole way through he's repeating silently, Please, God. Please let her be okay. Please let me get another chance. I promise I won't waste this one.

His faith still isn't as strong as April's, he doubts it ever will be. Half the time he's not even really sure what it is he believes in. But it's comforting to pray, whether anyone's listening or not.

When he's finally finished and comes back out into the corridor, he immediately pulls his phone out. It's been nearly five hours, and there's still nothing from April. He wants to scream.

And then -

"There's no signs of internal bleeding, but get a CT scan just to be sure."

He spins round, his heart in his throat. April's just coming out of a patient room with an intern; she's in jeans an a tshirt instead of scrubs, dirt and what looks like splashes of blood staining them, her hair scraped back and a band-aid on her forehead, but she's alive and whole and the most beautiful thing Jackson's ever seen.

"April?"

"Jackson, there you are!" Her face lights up as she turns and sees him. Relief crashing over him, he starts running towards her. "I tried to find you but they said you were in surgery. I came with one of the -"

He cuts her off by pulling her into his arms and soundly kissing her. How she got here doesn't really seem to matter any more, just that she is here and uninjured.

She lets out a little sound of shock, and then melts into him the way she always has, her hands coming up to clutch at his scrubs. The feel of her lips is achingly familiar against his, and he rains kisses down on them, one after another, trying to make up for every time he should have kissed her but didn't. And his heart sings as she lifts herself up on tip-toes and kisses him back, meeting each stroke of his mouth with one of her own.

Finally he pulls back, but only enough to rest his forehead against hers.

"You weren't answering your phone," he says quietly.

"I was doing triage at the scene, and then the battery died. I'm sorry."

"You're alright?"

"Totally fine. I promise."

For the first time since he saw the notification on his phone, he starts to relax.

"Dr Avery?" Glancing up, he sees the nurse he was talking to earlier at the end of the corridor. "You found your wife, then?"

Jackson looks down at April, who's smiling knowingly up at him, a warmth in her eyes that gives him the confidence to reply, "Yeah. Yeah, I did."

kiss prompts

#I swear these are getting longer with each prompt lol #japril #jackson avery #april kepner #otp: I want the whole damn thing #my fic

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slyther-bi · 3 months

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Kinda thinking about writing a story about Severus leaving hogwarts in his last year and giving up on magic and the magical world. His friends Evan, Mulciber, Avery, and Wilkes decided to go along with him since in this story Severus is the only good thing in their life. Of course they give up magic and the magical world too, and dispose of their wands.

Then all 5 of them go on road trips with whatever money Evan, Mulciber, Avery, and Wilkes managed to take from the family vaults and with whatever momey Severus made from doing people's homework and selling potions. And Severus is teaching them how to do muggle shit and they're all just happy together.

There's a lot of info I'm leaving out but chances are I'll make a post about this, but I was listening to music and the idea popped into my head.

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anxiouspineapple99 · 7 months

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heyyy so for the first kiss prompts, I'm thinking:

Tech

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"well I guess that answers my question"

❤️❤️❤️

FRIIIEND! Gonna take a different approach (that you’ve approved of already LOL) and make this a Tech x Avery ficlet! Thank you for asking! Also this won’t technically be a first kiss. Hope that’s okay lol.

Well, I Guess That Answers My Question - Tech x OC!Avery

Avery sat in the Marauder’s pilot seat, legs tucked beneath her. Sparks glittered under the console as Tech’s voice drifted from underneath in a lengthy explanation of hyperdrive modification. One of her favorite pastimes since joining the Batch was listening to Tech ramble on as he tinkered away under the console of his ship. She chuckled softly thinking of the looks of indignation that his brothers always gave him when he’d say that.

“Ner sarad, what is so funny? Are you listening?” He asked as he pulled himself out from under the console and propped himself on his elbows.

“Mm? Always, my clever boy. You said with proper calibration and a higher voltage wires you can reroute power from offline systems to increase hyperspace travel speed by 1.56 seconds.”

He narrowed his eyes, suspicious albeit satisfied that she’d heard him before pushing himself back under the console and continuing what he’d been saying. However, Avery’s mind had already wandered elsewhere. They were finally alone. Hunter and Echo were getting supplies and Wrecker and Omega had taken Nuna out to play. And as much as she loved listening to Tech talk, she loved kissing him just a wee bit more.

She dropped her foot down, and dragged the toe of her boot from the inside of his ankle to his knee. The sparks stopped once again as Tech’s voice hitched at the unexpected touch.

“Did you need something?” She heard him ask, not moving from his spot.

She didn’t answer, wondering how long it would take him to pull himself away from his project. A few seconds passed before he grunted and resumed what he was doing. She waited long enough for him to be fully engrossed before running the toe of her boot from the inside of his knee to mid thigh. That was enough to make him jump.

“Avery! What do you need?” He pushed out from under the console once again, this time his tone was sharp and impatient.

She shrugged, still smiling impishly. He huffed, pulling himself back under the console.

Again she waited, this time until his irritated grumbling ceased and the steady stream of information began to flow like a babbling brook once again. She slipped from the seat, scooting under to console right next to him. It was a tight fit but she was small enough to manage.

Tech whipped his head toward her. “Darling, you should not be under here with no head protection! What is it that you…”

Before he could finish asking for a third time, she lifted his helmet just enough to access his lips, pressing a soft kiss to them as she hummed gleefully.

“Well, I guess that answers my question,” he murmured against her lips before pulling his helmet off entirely and drawing her back in, his kisses deepening. They were interspersed with sweet words of affection exchanging between both of them.

“What are you two doing?” Omega’s question jolted both of them and caused Avery to smash her head into the underside of the console with a yelp.

“Avery was helping me with the modifications to the hyperdrive,” Tech stated matter of factly. Omega, seemingly satisfied with the answer hummed in response and wandered off.

Tech slid his helmet back on. “That is why you should not be under here with no head protection.” Avery crinkled her nose at him, rubbing the sizable lump that was forming. He ran a gentle thumb over the tender spot before cooing, “If you allow me to finish, I shall take a look at that for you.”

“I’m the doctor here,” she teased, planting a kiss on his helmet where his lips would be. “But I’ll allow it.” As she scooted out from under the console she heard him huff a soft chuckle before he resumed working on his project. She settled back into the pilot seat, grin tugging at her lips as she tucked her legs under herself once more. Her gaze traveled along Tech’s outstretched legs as she hoped that her injury was going to result in a few more of those kisses.

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#anxiouspineapple99 writes #you asked #and the pineapple answered #tech x oc #first kiss prompt #but it wasn’t really a first kiss #hope that’s okay #because it was fun to write #tech x avery #tbb tech #bad batch tech #star wars the bad batch #bad batch oc #jedi oc

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hopefully-hellbound · 2 years

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DoL boys replying to 'i want a baby' text

Bailey

Robin

Alex

Uhhh... Kylar?

I wanna say Briar

Wren

Fem Avery

#degrees of lewdity #dol #dol wren #dol kylar #kylar #wren #avery #dol avery #dol robin #bailey the bastard #bailey the caretaker #bailey #prompts #sfw #dol alex #alex the farmhand

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kyngsnake · 1 year

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pov u lost the sparring match

#trying to dick around with use of perspective more #also thought this was a fun prompt :3c #avery #sole survivor #autumn art #personally I think you should sweep his feet out from under him

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aseuki · 1 year

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Some sketches based off an RP between Avi and @xteacupx's Cheshire! The two ended up having a dance-off with the stakes being that Avi join Ches's guild in their favorite RPG game should they win, but unfortunately she handily kicked their ass ✊😔

Fortunately, they ended up coming to an acceptable conclusion!

#slowly chips through my stack of Airplane Doodle Prompts from Months ago #Reminds everyone that I draw OCs from time to time #they danced to Shut Up and Dance #using the Just Dance Choreography :)#Prom theme was Under the Sea #hence the Sea Monster and Space Pirate 'fits hgsdfsdn #to anybody wondering #they're just friends!!!#buds having fun #Aseukiart #Averie Guerra #Cheshire Darnell #bnha oc

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cianmarstoo · 2 months

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‘ shut up. i’m n-not s-s-scared. ’ -Not too much

Thank you so much for this prompt! It turned into a long chapter of my follow up fic to Not Too Much called You're enough

“Shhh be quiet!” he put his finger on his lip, they needed to be quiet. “I think there’s someone in the house.” “T-... there’s not, it’s probably just your parents,” April suggested, but her eyes darted to the door. Jackson hesitated, but he nodded his head, “Yeah… I mean I didn’t hear it, maybe the movie just scared you?” Alex shook his head fiercely, “shut up.” his voice came out a whimper, “I’m n-not s-s-scared…” “We could hide?” Jackson suggested. “Yeah if we’re quiet no one will come in here, and it-it’s probably not ghostface…” but her voice was too high pitched. “Yeah, they’ll leave this room alone.” “What! No !” Alex shouted, “what if they go after my parents we can’t do that? We’ve gotta save them.” There was a noise, and all three of the kids screamed loudly.

Read the chapter here

send me prompts here <3

#thank you so so much!#agere alex karev #age regression alex karev #little alex karev #little april kepner #little jackson avery #sfw littlespace #not too much #fic #ask #answered #anon #prompt fic #prompt fill

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wastingprompts · 9 months

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ok but my mother knows I quit everything and I like to think that I just didn't got along with my previous therapists but then I was reading about yandere!therapist and!!! although my anxiety makes me the perfect victim to a lot of crimes, I'm good with avoiding being in this position and not just bc I overthink situations. no! I'm good at reading people even if my train of thoughts are messed up but...

can you imagine a reader that just give up on everything, including her necessary treatment for mental illnesses previously, that knows something is off with her therapist (who says that she needs more sessions she has time/money for; is quick to tell her to cut ties with whoever without offering other solutions; do not look like he's keeping professional with those damn stares as she tells him personal details needed for them to move forward with the treatment) and when she tries to tell her mother, said woman just looks disappointed... here we go, yet another excuse to abandon her treatment the older woman thinks and the reader knows there's something wrong but she hates that she too still suspects that she's just running away. after all, therapy is costly. financially, in time and mentally

she really don't feel like coming back there... maybe she will do it for her mom, she needs to get better... maybe of she's too scared he'll get her to come back, someway, somehow...

#avery prompts #prompts #story prompts #writing prompt #yandere prompts #yandere! therapist #yandere therapist #yandere x reader

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cakeinthevoid · 7 months

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You Called

Whumptober No. 6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.”

Recording | Made to Watch | “It should have been me.” (1, kind of 2)

Content: Transformation whump, forced transformation, removed(??) whump, werewolf whumpee

as soon as I thought I could write short pieces my brain went nope! and also my brain went nope! for all of whumptober so i'm defo not completing it this year. it was fun while it lasted :))

“Kuza, you’re gonna want to see this.”

Detective Kuza sighed. He really didn’t.

“Bring it over, then,” he muttered.

“Stop being lazy and come over here,” Smriti snapped. She had worked alongside the detective long enough to stop tolerating his dramatic apathy.

Kuza kicked his feet out, pushing his chair back with enough force for it to roll across the room and stop about a meter from Smriti’s desk.

“You called?” He drawled.

His partner ignored him, simply pressing a key to play a video on her monitor.

The frame nearly took up the whole screen, leaving room on the right for what looked like a computer terminal on a separate window.

Kuza turned to Smriti. “Is this the—“

“Shh,” She shushed him, despite the lack of audio.

He turned back in time to see a figure drag in a box nearly his size into the room. Otherwise the room looked bare. Concrete. Grey.

The figure left hurriedly as soon as they got the box in the centre of the room.

Now that the camera could focus on the box, Kuza could make out a serial number on its edge: LW1X—9K23.

Shit. Smriti was right.

There was a few frames of the box in the room where he wasn’t sure if it was still playing. Everything was still.

And then the box burst open from the inside. A blur of motion, and the huge wooden crate was in pieces on the floor.

The creature bounced around the room, wall to wall before slowing down and pacing in a circle on all fours.

Even in his wolf form, Kuza recognized him.

Avery Muton. One of his closest friends who was currently living in Kuza’s sister’s guest room. Still recovering, weeks later.

He didn’t react. He just watched the tape play. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Smriti trying to glean something from his face.

Back on the screen, Avery was howling. Then something got his attention; he started sniffing the air. With his head turned upward, Kuza saw a thick metal collar gleaming on his throat.

Kuza’s eyes went to the other tab on the screen; white code and numbers started to appear, scrolling down. That was Smriti’s area of expertise.

He could still read though, so when ACTIVATED came up in all caps, he looked back to the main screen in dreadful anticipation.

Avery crumpled and twisted in pain, fangs bared. Kuza found himself grateful there was no audio. The camera became fuzzy for a few moments as his distress increased, and then Kuza came to a dreadful realization, watching Avery paw at his head and snout.

They were trying to force a transformation.

“Do you know what date this was recorded?”

Smriti scrolled up in the terminal. “If I understood the cipher correctly, this was October 6th of this year. Or that could just be the date it was uploaded to the folder,” she admitted.

Kuza moved to stop the playback, but Smriti stopped him.

“There’s more—“

“Were they successful?”

“What?”

“Did they change it into a human?”

“Technically no, but—“

“Then I don’t need to see it,” he snapped coldly.

Smriti continued. “Technically no,” she emphasized, “but look,” she gestured to the screen.

Avery had stopped writhing around. He lay on the floor, panting heavily, ears twitching.

He flinched at something. Then he struggled to his feet, swaying and trembling. He took a step forward and fell against the wall. He put a paw against the wall, as if he was going to pull himself up.

Then he started to try and do exactly that; Avery tried to stand on his hind legs and failed miserably, face planting on the concrete. He looked painfully disoriented, jaw opening and closing, his body shuddering—

“What am I supposed to be seeing?” He asked coldly.

“You can’t see the difference?”

Kuza side-eyed her, unimpressed.

“He’s in there,” she said simply. “Partial success,” she read from the bottom of the terminal.

Good lord that actually explains so much, Kuza thought to himself amid the horror. He needed to let his sister know—if she didn’t already. Avery actually spoke with her.

“Save it to the case file,” he said tonelessly. He rolled back to his desk.

He had work to do.

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lavellenchanted · 8 months

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Otp: I want the whole damn thing & 5?

5. Angry Kiss

“April, what the hell are these?”

Jackson’s voice isn’t quite angry (not yet, anyway), just flat and tight, like he wants to sounds neutral but just can’t manage it; but when April turns to look at him, there’s bewilderment written across his face more than anything else as he stares down at the iPad she has so very stupidly left on the kitchen counter open and with the screen on.

A screen that is currently showing house and apartment listings around Boston.

Slowly, Jackson’s eyes lift to meet hers and she feels a guilty blush steal across her cheeks – which is almost immediately followed by a surge of irritation, because she doesn’t have anything to feel guilty over. And she finds it incredibly galling that he would look at her like that, with his eyes soft and confused and betrayed when he’s the one who –

“I was just browsing,” she blurts out, because she doesn’t want to think about that. Except that she already has, which is probably why she sounds so snappishly defensive. “I mean, I’ve got to look at some point, right?”

“What are you talking about?” His eyebrows are drawing down into a frown, and like a mirror of herself she can see the irritation building in him as well.

They’ve always been too good at that, reflecting their worst emotions back at each other.

“This was only ever temporary.”

April waves a hand, a gesture meant to encompass not just the kitchen but the entire house. A house they had started sharing when they first moved to Boston because that was easier than trying to find two places at the same time, but which was never meant to be her and Harriet’s permanent home here. Just his.

Except that it has become her home. Worse, it’s become theirs. It feels like cutting out a part of herself to say it isn’t, but how can she stay now?

“Did I do something? I know you’ve been mad about something for a while.”

She almost wants to laugh because of course he knew. No one has ever been able to see through her quite so easily as Jackson can. It used to frighten her, the way he seemed to strip her bare and see everything, all her fears and insecurities and hopes and dreams, with just a single glance. It also thrilled her, though she tried to deny that for the longest time.

At this particular moment it’s just making her angry, because how can he know her so well and still not understand?

“No, you didn’t –” She lets out a frustrated sigh. “I’m not mad at you.”

It’s mostly the truth. Okay, maybe she’s mad at him a little bit, but really she’s just mad at herself.

Because she thought that maybe they were –

But she was wrong. Of course she was wrong. That was made very clear last week, when she saw him looking cosy with some annoyingly long-legged blonde woman at the Foundation.

Intellectually, she knows it’s not Jackson’s fault. She may not have done anything wrong but neither did he, not really. They’re still divorced, and neither of them have ever mentioned dating or getting back together or anything of the sort. A few lingering looks here and there or flirtatious remarks don’t mean anything. They aren’t promises or declarations.

Still, she feels so stupid that it makes her want to scream with an anger that’s sharp and bright and far preferable to focus on than the hurt drumming at her insides.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Jackson says drily.

April glares at him. “I just thought that it’s about time Hattie and I found somewhere else.”

Jackson’s jaw tightens. “So when were you going to tell me? Or were you going to tell me? Was I just going to come home one day and find you both gone?”

“Of course not! I was going to tell you when I found a place. Why are you so pissed about it anyway? I thought you’d be glad to have some space back. Then you could bring all the blonde friends you want back here without us getting in the way.”

The words have spilled out before she can stop them, bitter and jealous. She bites down on her lip to stop herself saying any more but it’s too late. Jackson’s staring at her, his expression growing darker, and then suddenly he’s striding across the kitchen to stand right in front of her, towering above her so she has to crane her neck to look up at him.

“Blonde friends?” he says furiously. “That’s what this is about? I don’t know what makes me more angry, April, the fact that you saw me schmoozing someone who is considering making a huge donation to the Foundation and assumed I was hitting on her, or the fact that you didn’t talk to me about it and just decided to deal with it by moving out. I thought we were past this, the not talking to each other about things.”

April blinks, thrown for a moment by this new information and desperately trying to ignore the sudden, painful burst of hope radiating in her chest, then feels her cheeks warm as her thoughts catch up to what he’s saying.

“Oh, like you talk to me? If I made assumptions, maybe it’s because we’ve been in Boston for eight months and I still don’t know what you want from me, Jackson! You asked me here but I don’t know if it’s just because you didn’t want to be that far away from Harriet, or if you actually want me around –”

She doesn’t get a chance to say any more because Jackson cuts her off, catching her face between his hands and covering her mouth with his. It’s not a gentle kiss – they’re both still too angry for that – and his lips are almost bruising, insistent, each stroke of his mouth delivered with deliberate passion, like he’s making a point and wants to be very clear about it.

Maybe he is; she curls her fingers into his shirt and pulls him closer, kissing him back with equal fierceness, running her tongue over his bottom lip and then catching it between her teeth. Her heartbeat is roaring in her ears and she can hardly breathe, but she doesn’t care. She doesn’t want to breathe right now. She only wants to keep kissing him, to feel the fire that’s burning through the veins as she presses herself against him and gives in to the hunger and the longing that she’s been trying to bury for months.

Jackson lifts his mouth briefly, tilting his head the other way and between kisses he’s saying, “I want you. I have always wanted you. I will never not want you.”

She brings her arms up to wind them around his neck and whispers back, “I want you too. I want you so much, Jackson.”

Finally, when her head is swimming and her legs feel weak and shaky and like they might collapse any moment they break apart, though she keeps her arms around his neck and he brings his hands to her waist. They’re both breathing heavily, their eyes locked on each other, and April can feel her heart pounding against her ribs.

“I guess we both still need to get better at the talking thing,” Jackson says. “But let me start with saying that I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay here with me.”

April smiles. “Then I’ll stay.”

kiss prompts

#thanks anon!!#jackson avery #april kepner #japril #otp: I want the whole damn thing #my fic #kiss prompts

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slashesotron · 2 years

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Stage V Avery with power tools?? I’m sure this’ll be fine!! @bloodstainedbrain

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anxiouspineapple99 · 7 months

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Hello!! So for the First Kiss prompt. This is probably really a predictable one for Tech but I’d love to read -someone's hair ending up getting caught in the other's glasses/jewelry only with his goggles. Because, yeah!

Have a fantastic day!!❤️🖤❤️🖤

Hey lovely friend! Thank you so much for the ask! 🥰 Again I am going with Tech and Avery because i love them lol.

Tangled

Pairing: Tech x Fem Jedi!OC

Warnings: none just fluffy fluffs!

Word Count: 819

A/N: you can find the first kiss prompts here!

First watch was done and Tech made his way to his rack. It had taken some adjusting to sleeping in his rack again. He’d become so accustomed to crashing in one of the chairs it felt unnatural. And to further add to the abnormal nature of the change, he was never alone. After the night Avery fell asleep on him, arm draped across his chest and leg interlocked with his, he suspected he wouldn’t be going back to regularly sleeping in the cockpit.

This evening in particular, he couldn’t help but notice how soft and peaceful she managed to look on the miserable rack. Her lashes fluttered through the deepest venture into REM sleep, curls strewn about, her lips parted in a sweet pout that he thought was very reminiscent of the princesses he’d seen illustrated in the fairy tales she’d shown him. The stories she read to the children in the Temple. The same stories she now read to Omega.

He’d pored over them again during his down time, memorizing Avery and Omega’s favorites, learning the symbolism and motifs, studying the accompanying art, and contemplating what their appeal was.

Now, standing before her and seeing her laying in his rack looking similar to a sleeping princess illustrated in one of Omega’s favorite tales, he felt he may truly decode the motivations of the heroes who kissed the princesses. He sipped an arm under her shoulders and another around her waist shifting her enough that he could roll her on top of him in the familiar position they shared every time she slept in his rack with him.

“Mmm lovely way to wake up…” she hummed, her blue eyes fluttering open to meet his warm amber.

“I apologize. I had not intended on waking you. You looked so lovely…I do believe I now understand the heroes in those fairy stories.

“My knight in not so shining armor,” she sighed through a sleepy smile.

And so his lips captured hers tenderly, softly, lingering so he could drink her in as his fingers brushed errant curls away from her brow. She breathed him in deeply as if the first breath after nearly drowning. Her hands found purchase at the nape of his neck, stroking his soft curls that were growing a bit longer than he usually allowed. Whispers and giggles were sprinkled in between soft pecks and more passionate languid caresses. Sleep escaped them as they indulged the intimate embrace they were so rarely afforded in a galaxy plagued with darkness and a ship with virtually no privacy.

As always, their time was cut short, this time by Echo who noted some functional anomalies in the hyperdrive and knew Tech would want to see them. However, Tech didn’t make it far from the rack.

“Ouch! Tech! Wait wait stop!”

“What is…oh.”

Tech stood hunched over Avery who was on her knees, a considerable amount of her hair tangled in his goggles. Her fingers gripped tightly trying to ensure there was enough slack to save her scalp from inevitable discomfort or a wayward tug that may prove itself to be even more unpleasant.

“Would you believe me if I said this was all part of my elaborate plan to keep you in bed?” Avery giggled wildly as she tried to free herself.

“I would be disappointed that you’d concocted such a strategically lacking idea,” he hummed as he lifted the goggles off his head and placed them in her hands. “I shall go grab…”

Hunter’s hand dropped down between them from the rack above from where he’d been sleeping. Between his fingers was his vibroblade.

“Here. Also the two of you make more noise than Wrecker’s snoring.”

Avery scrunched her brow indignantly as she took the blade from Hunter. “We were whispering!”

“Yeah, non stop. At least there are breaks in Wreck’s snores,” Hunter groused through an exhausted grunt.

Avery worked out as much of her hair as she could, finally cutting the remaining that was far too tangled to salvage. With nimble fingers she freed the goggles from the leftover tendrils of curls that had ensnared them. She then beckoned Tech closer with her finger, sliding the strap over the back of his head and leaving the lenses to rest on his forehead. She ran her fingertips along the red lines on his cheeks before kissing him softly on the nose and securing his goggles in place. With a soft chuck under Avery’s chin, Tech made his way back to the cockpit.

Avery handed the vibroblade back up to Hunter. “Thank you. I’ll try to keep it down next time.”

“You’re welcome. And it’s okay. Watching you almost lose half a head of hair made it worth it,” he ribbed with a cocky smile.

Avery returned a swift and satisfying kick to the bottom of his rack in kind as she lay back down. “Rude. Just for that I’m whispering louder next time.”

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resetting37 · 9 months

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World building Wednesday: Academia in Evelow

This week I want to talk about higher education in Evelow ! There's the standard grade levels stuff (elementary, high schools, etc.) but I want to talk about colleges, that's more interesting lol

of course college isn't necessary for Evelonians, but because Evelow is such a hot pot of history, art, and science, there's lots of opportunities to learn more.

map of Evelow for reference. Ignore the landmarks outside the city.

There are two community colleges, one for the east village and one for the west village. If you don't live in one of these villages and you don't want to commute, there are online courses available. They're sister schools so they're just called east village and west village community colleges (evcc and wvcc).

Since many of my ocs live in the east village, some of them are currently enrolled. Heidi is taking some general courses and may or may not transfer to university, but she also thinks university is kind of a scam, so she's indecisive.

Advik is also taking art classes there. Which, speaking of art classes...

There's an art school in the golden district. (You can't see the tiny font, but it's at the top of the map) The Golden district is already a major hub for the arts, so no wonder they'd have the art school there. Music, theater, etc. is all found here.

Also, no. Advik did not want to live in the golden district. Which is why he doesn't want to go to the "bigger fancier" art school.

There's one university, but it's rather large and includes graduate programs. University of Evelow, what a title. It's located downtown, but they have a satellite campus in the East Village, which is where Avery currently goes for her masters degree in history. (I had an accompanying picture for this in mind, but I don't have time to start that today, so we may see it later this week lol)

With this in mind I just wanted to make a collection of all of my ocs currently in school:

As mentioned, Heidi is at EVCC for communication and Advik for fine arts

Avery is at Uni (I really don't want to call it UE..) for masters in History. The academics have had conflicts with the scholars (those are two different things, yes, i can explain) and since Avery has worked in the temple, she is at a crossroads

Echo is pursuing their doctorates in genetics. Just because their clone has the degree doesn't mean Echo is automatically entitled to it. Clone laws only get you so far, you have to earn some things lol

Ian is at Uni for communication. (Heidi rolls her eyes)

Celeste takes a class or so at the university for funsies. She's not intending on majoring in anything, she just likes learning about the world.

#world building #sorry i don't have visuals for this.. i definitely still want to draw the avery picture #i was imagining story beats of her in school which is what prompted me to make this weeks world building post about school lol #there are some others with degrees but i just wanted to only list the ones currently in school

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kyngsnake · 11 months

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he’s so stupid I want to hit him with a hammer every time he talks

#for part of an oc challenge prompt im doing with a friend #but I liked this doodle #autumn art #Avery #oc

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